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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.