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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.