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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.