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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Hashim,
a-ha,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.