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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.