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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.