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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.