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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.