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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
UT,
Crime,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.