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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.