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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.