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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.