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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.