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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.