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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Index,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.