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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.