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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.