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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.