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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.