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 France and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.