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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.