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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
The Sound,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.