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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.