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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
PIL,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.