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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.