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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.