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 Haiti and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.