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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.