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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.