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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.