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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.