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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.