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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.