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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Television,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.