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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.