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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Milan and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.