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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.