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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.