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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.