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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.