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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Inner City,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Cure,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.