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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.