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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.