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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.