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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.