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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.