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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.