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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Nirvana,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.