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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.