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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.