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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.