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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.