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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.