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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.