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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.