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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.