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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Index,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.