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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.