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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gories to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.