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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.