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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.