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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.