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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.