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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.