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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Cluster,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.