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 Liberia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.