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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.