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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.