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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.