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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kayak 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.