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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.