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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.