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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.