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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.