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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Black Dice 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.