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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.