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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
MC5,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.