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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.