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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.