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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.