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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
UT,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.