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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Slave,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.