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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fad Gadget 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.