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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.