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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.