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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.