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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.