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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.