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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Can,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.