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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Accadde A,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Brick,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.