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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.