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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.