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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.