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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.