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 Palau and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.