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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Organ,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.