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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Index,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.