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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
MDC,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.