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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.