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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.