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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.