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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.