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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.