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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.