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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Columbus and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.