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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.