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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.