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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.