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 Japan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Inner City,
UT,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.