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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Television,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.