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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.