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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Scion,
Wings,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.