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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Visage,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.