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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.