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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.