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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.