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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.