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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.