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 Serbia and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.