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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.