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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.