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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.