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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.