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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.