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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.