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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.