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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.