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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.