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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
10cc,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.