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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Section 25,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Franke,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
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.