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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Faust,
The Names,
June Days,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.