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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.