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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.