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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.