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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.