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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.