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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
MDC,
Monks,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.