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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.