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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Index,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.