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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.