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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.