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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.