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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.