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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.