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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.