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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.