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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.