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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.