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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the grime 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex 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?
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
The Move,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.