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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.