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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.