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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.