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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.