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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.