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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.