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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.