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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.