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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.