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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.