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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.