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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.