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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Slave,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.