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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.