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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.