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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.