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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.