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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.