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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.