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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.