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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.