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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echospace 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.