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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.