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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.