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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Television,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.