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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.