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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.