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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.