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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.