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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Erasure,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.