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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.