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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.