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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Brick,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Nico,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.