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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.