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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.