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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.