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 Chile and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Technova,
Nico,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.