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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Mars,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
MC5,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.