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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.