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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.