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 Laos and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.