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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Ronan,
cv313,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.