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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.