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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.