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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.