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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.