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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.