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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Flipper,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.