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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 Madrid and Edmonton.
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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.