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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 Lille and Bologna.
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 808 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.