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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.