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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
JFA,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.