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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.