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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.