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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.