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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.