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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
a-ha,
Yaz,
UT,
PIL,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.