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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.