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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.