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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.