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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.