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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.