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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.