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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Smog,
the Association,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.