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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.