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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Motions,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.