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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Wire,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.