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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.