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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.