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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.