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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
CMW,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.