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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.