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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.