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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.