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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.