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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.