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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.