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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.