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 Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.