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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
The Litter,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.