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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.