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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.