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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.