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 Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Pole,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Index,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.