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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.