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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.