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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
The Monks,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.