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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.