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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.