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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.