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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
The Gories,
Index,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.