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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.