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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.