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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Wire,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.