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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.