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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.