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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.