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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.