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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.