Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
10cc,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Ludus,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.