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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the crunk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.