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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.