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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.