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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.