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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.