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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.