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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.