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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.