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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.