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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.