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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.