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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.