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 Azerbaijan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.