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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.