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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
John Holt,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.