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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Wire,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.