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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Slave,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.