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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.