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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Visage,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.