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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.