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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.