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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.