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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.