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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.