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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.