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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.