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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.