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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.