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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.