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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.