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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.