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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.