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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.