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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
The Fall,
the Association,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.