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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.