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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Visage,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.