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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.