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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Move,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.