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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Wire,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.