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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Roxette,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.