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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.