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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.