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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Ituana,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.