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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.