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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Index,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.