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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.