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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.