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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.