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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.