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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.