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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.