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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.