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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.