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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.