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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.