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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.