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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.