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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.