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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
the Association,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.