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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.