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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.