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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.