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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.