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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.