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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Pole,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Japan,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.