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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.