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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.