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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.