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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.