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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.