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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.