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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
the Normal,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.