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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.