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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.