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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.