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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.