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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.