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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.