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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.