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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.