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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.