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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 New Christs,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.