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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.