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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Wire,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.