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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.