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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.