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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Television,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.