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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.