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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.