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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.