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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Magma,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.