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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.