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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.