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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.