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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.