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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.