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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.