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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.