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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
ABC,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.