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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.