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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.