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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Franke,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.