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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.