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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.