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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Swans,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.