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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
AZ,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Index,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.