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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.