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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.