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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.