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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Index,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.