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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Skaos,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.