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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.