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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
The Standells,
Little Man,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
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.