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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.