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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the 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.