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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.