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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.