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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.