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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.