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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Scion,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.