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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.