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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.