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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.