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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.