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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.