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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.