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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.