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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.