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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.