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 Hungary and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Slits,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.