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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.