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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.