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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.