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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.