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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Skriet,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.