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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.