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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.