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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
X-101,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.