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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.