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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.