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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.