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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
the Normal,
Magma,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.