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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Franke,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.