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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.