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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.