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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.