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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.