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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.