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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.