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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.