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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.