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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Nico,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.