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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Cameo,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.