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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.