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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.