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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.