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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Skarface,
June of 44,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.