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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.