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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.