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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.