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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.