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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.