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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.