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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.