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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.