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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.