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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.