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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.