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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.