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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.