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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.