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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.