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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.