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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.