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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
MDC,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.