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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.