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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.