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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.