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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.