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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.