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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.