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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.