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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.