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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.