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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.