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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
The Fall,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.