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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.