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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.