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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.