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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.