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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.