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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.