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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.