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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.