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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.