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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.