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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.