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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.