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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Television,
Cameo,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.