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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Wire,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.