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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.