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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Last Poets to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.