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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.