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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.