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 Grenada and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Can,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.