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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.