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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.