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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.