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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
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.