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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.