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 Liberia and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.