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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.