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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.