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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.