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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.