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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.