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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.