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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.