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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.