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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.