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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.