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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Seeds,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.