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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.