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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.