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 Palau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.