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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.