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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.