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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.