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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.