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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.