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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.