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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
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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.