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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Index,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Pole,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.