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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.