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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.