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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.