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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.