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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.