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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.