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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.