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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.