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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.