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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.