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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
New Order,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.