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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
10cc,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.