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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.