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 Togo 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.