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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Rakim,
UT,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.