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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.