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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.