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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.