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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Technova,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.