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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.