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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.