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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Smog,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.