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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.