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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.