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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.