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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.