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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.