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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.