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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.