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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
The Remains,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.